Back in those days, families would sit around a couple times a year, look through photo albums and reminisce about days past and I thought, these were...just not put in our album yet, so…WOW!How could this be? She was such a... I can’t look at these. Needless to say, no longer did I have to imagine what her crotch looked like. I clearly saw it in this Hustler-like pose: legs spread, boobs visible between her legs as well as her honey hole.She was, as I wrote earlier, built well and had a fairly. “And over there will be our swim cabana. Don’t worry after it gets landscaped you’ll barely see the building either from the river or from here.”Sheila asked, “How will they get power and utilities?”Sean had just joined our circle. He responded, “The cabana will use filtered river water, a pump, and a pressure tank for water. There’ll be a separate well for the hanger. Both will have independent generators if the power fails. Otherwise we’ll have utilities brought in from the east where there’s. " God, are you ever."While I played with Kristin's butt she started grinding slowly on my leg, pressing her body firmly against me. I enjoyed the feeling, but there was an immediate problem to be dealt with if things continued the way they were going."You're going to get those panties all wet if you keep that up," I said."So? I'm gonna buy them anyway." That's fine, but I'm refusing to be seen with you if you set those on the counter soaked and smelling like sex."Kristin pouted but offered no. I heard myself say “YES!!!” “Beg for it bitch!” “P-P-L-E-A-S-E!” Was that really me? I was lying flat with this stud and his cock buried in my ass and he began grinding his cock in me. As he started to slowly fuck me, he was whispering in my ear how hot my ass was and how he had been planning for a long time to fuck me ever since he started noticing me watching him shower at the Y. I was now his willing white bitch and he was going to fuck me every chance he got. (I certainly hope so! I.